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[starry-bi-sky]

Names, Marbles, and Fae-vors - More Lore on my Changeling Danny Au

In my last post I talked about the Infinite Realms and the three different planes existing inside it - the Long Far, Home to the Ancients and Celestial Beings. The Fey Wilds, Home of the Fey and other such Mythological Constructs. And the Ghost Zone, Home to the Mortal Spirits. - as well as three of the different ways beings inside the Infinite Realms can travel between planes; the Lake Portals, the Cave Tunnels, and the Starflare Currents. The Lake Portals and the Cave Tunnels don't have an official term for them yet, but I'll come up with something :).

In this post we'll be talking about some of the abilities of the fey! Specifically the things they're most popularly known for: their name stealing and etiquette thing.

For those who are not as well-versed in Fey Lore, or need a refresher, (and because I just want to yap infodump), one of the first rules you learn when interacting with the Fey is that you never, ever, say "thank you" or "I'm sorry" to them! Which is crazy, because they're really big on etiquette and being polite to each other, which is why one of their epithets is "the Good Neighbor/s". So why should you not say two phrases most commonly used when being polite to someone?

There are two big reasons for this, and the reason I'll be focusing on for this au is because, to the Fey, saying "Thank You" is acknowledgement of a debt that's owed to them. It turns the action or gift into something transactional, and results in a verbal contract that the receiver must then repay later down the line -- and whatever point in time, and with whatever the Fey they are indebted to sees fit. Whether that be food, valuables, or your firstborn child.

The other big reason is because some Fey just think it's rude, and view "thank you" as something that dilutes their act of kindness, and/or implies that they are there to serve you. One of the best summarizations I've seen for fey is that they're bros; they're doing this because they think you're friends -- or something similar to the sort. It's deeply insulting to do all these nice things for a friend, only for that friend to reveal that they don't view you the same way at all.

It's for similar reasons that you also shouldn't say, "I'm sorry" either, except instead of repaying a gift, you are now making reparations for a wrong you have done. A misdeed must be repaid in full, now how are you going to make it up to them? And also because well, I imagine that if saying "thank you" is seen as rude, "I'm sorry" is the exact same way because it dilutes the act.

If you're in a situation where you must say "thank you" or "i'm sorry" there are ways to get around it. "I'm grateful", "you're too kind", "I apologize", or "I feel regret" are just some examples I saw used.

NOW! How is this used in my Changeling AU? The Fey work by these same rules, the only difference is that I've added a physical aspect to it! If Fey are capable of stealing the abstract and turning the incorporeal corporeal, then lets run with it!

"Thank Yous" and "I'm Sorrys" are debts, and Fey can magically bound you into a verbal contract with that alone. However, it's not uncommon -- and actually pretty standard -- for Fey to weave the excess magic of that debt into something physical. They create these delicate-looking, iridescent threads that they then weave into their hair for decoration. And in some areas of the Fey Wilds, use it as a way to show off wealth and/or their own wit.

Ever heard of Fairy Hair? Yeah, same concept.

Debt Threads, as I am temporarily calling them, are thin and airy, and not that much thicker than gossamer. Since it's a debt that is intended to eventually be paid back, it's not practical -- nor is it seen as such -- to use the threads for anything more than temporary cosmetics. As a result, they're usually used for decorating the hair, but some crafty fey use their threads to decorate other appendages, or as form of makeup. Despite their dainty appearance, the threads are actually very sturdy and can only be unweaved by the Fey that created it.

You can, technically, take back your debt thread. However, the threads are made using excess magic of the debt, and not made of the magic of the debt itself, which is why it's so thin and airy. So if you do manage to get it, congrats! All you've got is some pretty string and a pissed off feyrie whose hair you probably just yanked out.

Danny's managed to accrue a few "debts" before he realizes he's a fey, mostly from his friends and sister -- although there are a few from his parents, and some from the other student body from when he was unknowingly and instinctually doing Fey Bullshit. As a result, he starts forcing Sam and Tucker and Jazz to stop thanking him for things, and typically makes them repay him through petty, menial stuff. Like getting him food, or buying him a small but relatively inexpensive trinket he's been eyeing for a while. Never usually anything super important - it's his own way of apologizing for indebting them to him in the first place.

As for his parents... well, he'll hold onto those debts for now. Having a way to magically get them off his back with no questions asked is a boon he's pretty willing to keep close to his chest, and no amount of persuasion will convince him otherwise. Sorry Jazz, Fey side wins out on this one. As for some of the students he's got, Danny manages to psych himself up and release some of them from their contracts without repayment -- even if it makes his bones itch.

AND NOW THE NAMES! You never give a Fey your name because they say everything literally. "Can I have your name?" is a literal question -- they are asking for your name, and thus ownership over you. The other thing is that Names have power, if a fey knows your Full Name they can make you do things for them -- however it goes both ways so you could do the same thing if you learn a Fey's name.

Knowing a Name and owning a Name are two different things, with owning a Name being, naturally, more dangerous as you are basically submitting yourself to permanent indentured servitude, among other things. Knowing a Name can be risky because it results in being more susceptible to fey charms, enchantments, and requests.

But! I digress! Just like how Thank Yous and I'm Sorrys can be turned into a physical object, so can Names! This is not obligatory, nor is it recommended to do often because unlike debt threads, these can be taken back, but it happens!

Names can be trapped in these little, colorful glass-like orbs -- marbles, they're marbles/pearls. They can be trapped in what are basically magic marbles, and just like debt threads, be used for decoration. They're more versatile though, and are used for different things since unlike debt threads, the pearls are meant to be permanent! They make beautiful jewelry, since the pearls come in various different colors depending on the person it once belonged to, and the intent behind its creation.

The marbles have a hard outer shell, with the cores having a fluid, shimmery appearance. Look up liquid core dice, and Name Marbles have a similar appearance, just more... ethereal, with different shades of the same color swirling inside. Not two pearls look the same, and even ones that have similar colors or appearances have subtle differences in them that are imperceptible to the mortal eye. Some pearls look like the deepest trenches of the ocean, blacks and dark blues swirling around each other as flecks of bioluminescence float inside. While others look like a lilac winter sunset, with hand-held purples bleeding into pink and gold.

Convincing Danny to return the Names he's gotten is harder than convincing him to absolve the debts. It takes a lot more psyching up on his part to actually do it, and more verbal coaxing and negotiating on his friends' part. Because on an instinctual fey level, those names are rightfully his. For all intents and purposes, he was given those names freely and without reservation, and so to be told that he has to return what were essentially gifts to him is... deeply distressing.

Lots of cognitive dissonance there. His human-raised brain and morals know why he needs to give them back, and he feels bad for owning them. But his new changeling-baby fey-brain is deeply upset at the prospect, and is a liittle bit stronger than the once-human part of him. He rapidly becomes overwhelmed when trying to convince himself to return the Names. He does, eventually, end up doing it, but he's unwillingly upset the whole time.

[augustinewrites]

reo flower shop au pt 2! i’m gonna make this a series i love it so much

your little flower shop is strategically settled in one of the trendiest areas in tokyo. it’s a smart spot, one that men like reo can appreciate because it was his shop too. 

with today being the shop’s grand opening, he can’t help but reflect on the last year and a half.

when the space had first gone up for sale under the mikage real estate corporation, he’d been ecstatic. not only was it aesthetically pleasing, with beautiful floor to ceiling double-paned windows (the sexiest kind) and gorgeous marble floors, but the businessman in him saw nothing but the revenue that could be gained from office workers sucking up to their bosses to eager romantics trying to impress their dates. 

when he’d shown you the listing, your first concern had been the price. it was steep, even with the generous family discount he’d tacked on. he couldn’t understand why you, with all your moral conviction, had refused to just let him buy it for you. he was just trying to be a good husband!

so after nearly three months of trying and failing, he’d finally won you over the way ‘businessman reo’ (as nagi called him) would. with a nice dinner, some drinks, and a good ol’ fashioned negotiation. he won’t go into details, but he was so good that by the end of it you were practically eating out of his hand–

“reo!”

he immediately abandons his secret project. “coming, babe!” 

you’re down on your knees in the back room, using a folded up cloth to carefully sweep up the shattered remains of a vase. 

“it just slipped out of my hands,” you mutter as he takes the cloth, helping you stand. he quickly grabs a broom, sweeping out and disposing of the broken glass. 

if he didn’t know you like he did, it’d be easy to miss the tenseness in your shoulders and the worry in your eyes as you glance at the time on your watch. 

“baby, it’s okay. it’s only one vase.”

“i know,” you sigh, wiping your hands on your apron before pressing them to your cheeks. “i’m just– i’m freaking out a little, reo.” 

while he had taken charge of turning the rented space into an official business, securing permits, licenses, and setting up bank accounts, you’d focused on turning the business into a proper flower shop. you researched greenhouses and coolers and delivery trucks. you weighed the shop’s budget against what you wanted to charge for individual flowers and arrangements. 

he’d watched you worry yourself in circles about a lot of things for the past year and a half, and he’s gotten pretty good at bringing you back down to earth. 

“hey, whatever happens today, we will be on top of it. ‘cause we’re a great team. ” he assures you. “remember when isagi tripped and put a hole through the wall? we yelled at him together and then realized we could make built-in wall buckets for the flower bar to save space.” 

he presses a kiss to your forehead when the memory makes you laugh, smiling against your skin. “and we’re going to have a great opening day because i posted the picture of kunigami on all our socials.”

you pull back to look up at him, brows raised. “the one where he’s just wearing an apron and holding a bouquet of flowers?”  

“that’s the– wait, what are you getting your phone out for?” 

“i need to see this picture!” 

“no, no,” he laughs nervously, taking your phone and stuffing it into his pocket. he’s not going to let you look at the promotional thirst trap. “what you need to see is your surprise gift for opening day.” 

he takes your hand and leads you to the front counter, where he proudly presents you with a bouquet of peonies.

“reo,” you breathe, cradling the blooms fondly. “they’re beautiful. thank you.”

“i’m glad you like them.” he grins proudly. he’d even wrapped them with a bow (with half a roll of tape underneath the silk ribbon, but baby steps). “i chose peonies because the symbolize good luck and cushioned them with silver dollar eucalyptus from the—”

“reo mikage, if you say they’re from our flower bar…”

“don’t worry, i put money in the register,” he promises with a wink, arms encircling your waist. “i like that, by the way.”

you glance up at him curiously. “like what?”

“you called it our flower bar.” 

“well, it is our shop. we’re small business owners.” 

“since we’re the owners, i guess that means i can do this–” he gently cups the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss just as the bells on the front door jingle.

“whoa, how much for that kind of service?” 

reo laughs when you jerk back, only to hide your face in his shirt. “shut it, nagi.”

[scarletttries]

Ride My Sleigh Tonight (Kendall Roy Request)

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: A little Christmas gift of smut for all my Kendall homies <3 Thank you to everyone sending me these headcanons, please send more Kendall thoughts anytime, I love to read them ☺️💕

Ride My Sleigh Tonight (part of my Christmas List)

The hours seemed to pass like sticky treacle as you and Kendall did lap after lap of the latest corporate event on the Waystar Christmas calendar. Between standing under less than coincidental Mistletoe for photo opps, Kendall getting a heartfelt, but drawn-out, thank you for his donation to whichever organisation was hosting tonight, and then finally collapsing in a town car home for the night ready to repeat the day scene-by-scene tomorrow, you and Kendall had hardly had a moment alone together since December began.

Tonight as Kendall squeezed your hand, leading you down the grand marble steps of whichever exquisite gallery played venue together, you heard him mutter softly, "I miss you." Despite barely having left each other's sides for more than a moment all week, you knew exactly what he meant. The two of you had been forced to spend so much time putting on appearances you felt more like a prop than a person at Kendall's side, the goofy, funny, kind man you love hidden behind corporate talk and well-rehearsed lines. Climbing into the back of a tastefully decorated limousine, tinted black windows finally hiding you from the sea of prying eyes, you let yourself steal a moment of sincerity, leaning across the expansive backseat and resting a hand on the side of Kendall's face, thumb brushing softly over his cheek,

"I miss you too 'dall, but I'm always right here." Your lips met his before his smile could fully form, somehow always knowing exactly what the once hollow man needed to hear to feel complete again. Wrapping an arm around your waist he kept you close beside him as he leaned into your kiss, ensuring the two of you took up a little space in the stretched out vehicle as possible.

"I love you." He breathed, before turning his attention to the front of the car. "We're ready, and screen up please." In your focus on Kendall you'd completely missed the open partition between you and the driver, a little embarrassed that your private moment hadn't quite been as private as you hoped, relieved when the driver nodded in response to Ken and the black screen between the compartments began to rise. Kendall let out a soft laugh at the blush creeping up your cheeks, always caught off guard at the reminders that you weren't quite used to this lifestyle yet. Subconsciously you tugged at the edge your cocktail dress, trying to retain some dignity at the knowledge someone else was in the car with you. Watching you squirm in your seat by his side, Kendall couldn't help but think how adorable you looked, wondering just how flustered he could make you in the time it took to reach home, for once praying New York traffic wouldn't be on your side.

Starting subtle he placed a hand on your thigh, running his thumb just under the hem of your dress, testing the waters and watching your posture straighten at his touch. You kept your gaze forwards, trying to nonchalantly take in your surroundings, not wanting to give away the sparks flying with even his gentle strokes. Watching your face intently his hand drifted a little higher, slowly disappearing under the silky fabric as your eyes grew wider, trying to see reason despite how much you'd missed the feel of his devious fingers.

"Ken, he'll hear." You whispered under your breath, nodding towards the front of the car as if that would deter the devilish glint in Kendall's eyes.

"You'll just have to be quiet then, beautiful." He almost smirked as he said it, the chorus of noises he usually drew from you enough to tell him that wasn't going to be easy. As you considered your position, he withdrew his hand, your thighs suddenly feeling cold without him between them. "Come here." He patted his lap, grin so warm and inviting you almost forgot any reservations as you shifted from your seat. As you settled across his thighs, Kendall watched the loose fabric of your skirt rise up, catching a glimpse of the thin sliver of fabric underneath keeping him from exactly where he intended to be. Every part of you felt sensitive as your centre met the slight bulge growing through Kendall's designer trousers, a bump in the road knocking your position slightly and sending vibrations through your core. Kendall watched engrossed as you bit down on your bottom lip, desperate to keep your whimpers to yourself as you swayed your hips slightly against him, not in control as your thighs rubbed together. He could see the flush forming in your cheeks in anticipation as he brought his hand back between your thighs, inching closer to where you ached for his touch.

"You've been a very good girl this year." He teased as his fingers traced over the thin fabric covering your entrance, entertained by the slight flinch the contact caused. "You deserve all the fucking presents." His voice grew deeper as his fingers moved your underwear to the side, free hand wrapped around your waist to ensure you had to stay put while he played with you. Slowly he dipped his index finger into your entrance, the welcome intrusion pulling a soft gasp from you, unsure how you'd lasted this long without feeling him inside you. After a few gentle curls against your walls he withdrew his finger, bringing the fresh coat of slick to your clit and tapping against it in a steady rhythm, giving you only a moment of desperate friction at a time.

"Already so wet, I think you like me touching you when someone might hear you." His breath was hot against your neck as he spoke, each word punctuated by the tip of his finger meeting your clit, now throbbing for his attention. "Maybe we should stop? After all, I don't want anyone else knowing how fucking hot you sound when you come."

"Kendall please," You whispered, pleading tone exactly what Kendall needed to hear.

"Please what, gorgeous? Use those pretty words."

"Please touch me." Kendall loved to hear you beg for his touch, the power he held over your pleasure intoxicating to him like nothing else.

"Good girl." He praised as he plunged two fingers inside you, thumb taking over from his finger, but rather than short teasing taps, it rubbed firm slick circles over your aching clit, the sudden change in pace making it near impossible to keep still in his lap.

"God I love watching you get worked up. You get so sensitive, so desperate to cum." He breathed into your ear, keeping his voice low enough to make you feel like you still had to be quiet, struggling with every passing second to keep your moans inside. You could only nod your head to his comment, afraid if you opened your mouth for even a breath his name would fall from your lips at a volume half the city would hear.

He could feel the way your hips were rocking against his hand, chasing his every touch, the pressure inside you climbing towards your desperate release.

"Do you think I should make you cum?" He whispered into your ear, fingers reaching inside you in time with the strokes of your clit, your thighs trembling around his hand as bucked your hips into his touch. You nodded your head sharply, so close to release you could feel it throbbing inside you, every muscle starting to tense.

"Use your words. Or I'll stop." He bargained, exhilarated watching you carefully open your mouth, eyes locked on his in pleading desperation,

"Please." You breathed out, the pressure inside you threatening to betray your attempts to be quiet. Kendall could feel you twitching around his fingers, his own aching excitement straining against his belt, mind racing with all the ways he wanted to ruin you tonight, to make you scream his name like you didn't care who might hear it.

"Let me cum, Kendall." You could feel the devotion in his movements as he brought you over the edge, your pussy clenching down on his fingers as you soaked them, thighs shaking with the waves of bliss washing over you. You knew his name had come out louder than a whisper, the high pitched moan echoing unmistakably through the vehicle, but as you felt your muscles start to relax against his warm chest, you couldn't bring yourself to feel anything but happy.

"We'll be home soon, and then we'll see just how loud you can say my name." Kendall's voice was warm and soft as he wrapped his arms around, unwilling to relinquish your from his lap or his life.

[miserablekingsteve]

“Never mind all that. What’s in there?” The finger with his square skull ring was pointing straight at Steve’s gift. Long and wrapped in a grey blanket from his house.

Steve kept a watchful eye on Eddie. Not just because the guy just woke up from a near death experience and absolutely wasn’t allowed to raise his arms as much as he was, no, there was something deep rooted missing and Steve wasn’t able to figure it out.

So, he continued to watch. Eddie was perched on the Family Video counter top, he was totally not jealous of Eddie’s mobility, well not until he noticed the way his bottom eye lid twitched in pain. Thank god, if Steve was still recuperating from the Demobats, Eddie HAD to be. Maybe the guy really did make a deal with the Devil.

“Sooo, what are my two favourite people doing later?” Eddie leaned forward into Robin’s face. Damn, the thing that was missing was in the picture in front of him. What was it?

“‘S movie night,” A twizzler was shoved in Robin’s mouth and her eyes stared at the late rental screen.

“Cool, cool. Mind if I third wheel??”

Steve rolled his eyes, interjecting, “Uh, yeah. Not a couple.”

“Pft, yeah. Okay,” Eddie jumped from the fake marble counter, “see ya chumps later for our date.”

X

“…and then, boom Kirk slides in with this masterpiece.”

Steve sat smoking on Eddie’s comforter, enjoying the company even if it was a bit louder than he was used to.

Suddenly, that hole arrived in the room. God, he almost had a finger on it. Peering around the cluttered space in Eddie’s new room, Steve tried to find what he was missing.

“Ah, ah! Listen to Lars here,” Drums echoed out from Eddie’s boombox, his friend threw his head back while smacking pencils onto any surface in front of him.

His weed addled mind tossed the search for the missing… something. Laughing at Eddie’s antics.

X

“Psst, Steve.”

“Hey!”

“Steve!”

Cracking his eyes open Steve saw early twilight glistening outside his window. Why was he awake?

*smack* a horrid sound echoed off his window, groggily he stumbled over to open it up, only to be met with Eddie Munson standing next to his pool with a boombox.

“Hey,” Eddie whisper yelled, “I wanted to play you a song but, yknow, sweethearts gone. So I this’ll have to do.”

BOOM

There it was. The thing missing, and with this idiots birthday right around the corner. Steve knew exactly what he was going to get him.

X

The trailer was crowded, almost to crowded for Steve. But his boyfriend was absolutely shining, so he sucked it up. Going outside for a cigarette as much as possible. That was until the big moment.

“Hey, kid,” Wayne Munson greeted, “I know you got Ed that huge gift, and that’s real nice and all but knowing him. You might want to add a bit of sentimental value to it. That is before he starts ragging on about corporate ghouls etc.”

Steve raised an eyebrow while taking a long drag from his smoke, “uh huh. Like what?”

Wayne smiled secretly, “this.”

Produced in the older man’s worked hand, sat a small chain. A guitar pick looped on it adorning the silver. His breath hitched, images of him feeling the sinking missing thing when in Family Video.

Eddie’s fingers constantly reaching up to fiddle at his neck and then falling when nothing but his shirt collar was there.

“Thanks, Wayne,” Steve grinned softly.

A strong hand gripped his shoulder, then Wayne followed Steve back inside.

“MIKE! Put it down!” Nancy screeched, the siblings stood in a stand off around all of Eddie’s gifts. One horribly wrapped one in his hands.

“What I just wanted to give him mine,” The kid shrugged, staring at his sister like she’d grown a second head.

“We have to wait for Steve!”

“I’m back! Sorry, I was just outside,” He pushed into the room a bit more, sliding his arm around his boyfriends waist.

“Go ahead, Mike,” Steve nodded.

Eddie accepted the gift graciously, then sat down in one of the dining room chairs. Steve noticed that his healing was still in process, it was probably from all the arm lifting he was doing in the beginning. The sound of tearing paper filled the room, and in Eddie’s lap sat a new DnD module, ‘Legacy of Blood’.

“Shit,” Dustin hissed, “I knew we should’ve coordinated our presents!!”

Lucas rolled his eyes at the curly haired teen, “Okay, steeeve.”

His eyes widened and felt his mouth drop open, “what did you just say?”

“You think I care about coordinating presents?”

Lucas shrugged, Dustin’s head whipped between the two of them. Before Steve continue his argument, Eddie interrupted from his seat below.

“Never mind all that. What’s in there.” The finger with his square skull ring was pointing straight at Steve’s gift. Long and wrapped in a grey blanket from his house.

“That one’s mine,” Steve blushed, everyone ooed, pushing Nancy to hand it over to Eddie.

Steve watched as the precious gift was paraded through the crowd to them, a light bulb going off above his head.

“Alright, dude,” Steve situated the blanket on Eddie’s lap, “now close your eyes.”

“Hmph, why?” Eddie pouted, Steve drew back on his idea, “I want to see you when I open it.”

Well, that made Steve’s heart ache with happiness, sucking in a breath Steve nodded with stained cheeks, “yeah, yes. Of course.”

“First part of the gift then,” Steve dipped his hand into the front pocket of his Levi’s feeling around for the light chain and brought it out.

Eddie’s eyes widened, focusing in on the guitar pick necklace.

“No way.”

“Yeah huh.”

“No!”

Eddie tore the blanket away, and sure enough, underneath laid a replica electric guitar, maybe with a few more details carved in the neck.

“Is that?” Eddie was pointing at the carving of the tattoo on his right forearm.

“Yeah! I had Max get me a Polaroid of it,” Steve grinned, feeling proud of himself. The shining look of adoration on Eddie’s face made him relax in confidence.

“That was really weird by the way!” Max hollered.

Steve waved her off, “Yeah, whatever dude.”

X

The next time Steve sat on Eddie’s bed, he was shirtless and the room was sticky from sex and summer air. Steve had one arm out the window of the trailer, smoking and the blanket drawn over his thighs.

Eddie was up, clad in black boxers. He turned on a soft lamp to the side, whispering something to the guitar that laid on his mirror. Then pulling the strap over his head and sitting on an old office chair. Picking at the strings softly, humming tunes.

Steve’s smile was so big it hurt, because he finally found what was missing. And he wanted to make sure, nothing of Eddie was ever missing from his life. Ever.

[malicedragoness]

Titan Cori - Goddess of Luck

So here’s Cori’s template as an MK Titan!

If you would like to use this template, I created it and I have the blank one here.

Title: Lady Cori Goddess of Luck

Motto: “Fortune favors the bold.”

Powers: Pain Transference - Cori still has her healing power of taking away another’s wounds and transferring the pain unto herself. Only now it doesn’t affect her as much. Geras advises her to not use or share that she has this power.

Lady Luck - Cori grants a lucky token to anyone she deems worthy enough of this gift. This token brings the user a stroke of luck. Whether a thief needed a quick getaway from the guards. A gambler hoping for a lucky roll of the dice. Or a soldier praying not to get hit by a hundred archers. They hold the token in their hand and call on Lady Luck to answer their call. She awards these tokens to the winners of the Kombat Tournaments.

Spectral Shadows - Cori can summon corporeal shadows to use as she wishes. Whether to fight with them, use them as a throne and float around, or to shroud her body. Most of the time they take the shape of orbs or tendrils, unless she has a specific shape in mind.

Open for me - She can open any lock by simply touching it. Nothing special, she’s just a thief at heart.

Silent footsteps - As any good thief, she’s good at sneaking around and being quiet. Her boots are enchanted to be completely silent when she wants.

Realm they favor: Cori tends to spend most of her time in Seido to be with Havik. She does travel to Outworld and Edenia from time to time to visit Stella and Taven.

Places of worship: There are three shrines dedicated to her. One in Edenia within the Palace Courtyard, one in her home country of Vecilio, and one in Seido. Her shrines are fountains with her likeness carved out of marble. Most people pray/worship by tossing coins into the fountain, praying for Lady Luck.

Consort: Havik. The Havik in Cori’s timeline is the ‘Union of Light’ you play to beat the game. “Chaos has blessed me.”

He looks like this, but has an emerald green instead of the gold.

When she rebuilt the universe, she kept a close eye on Havik, not wanting him to suffer as he did in their timeline. Seido and Orderrealm are different realms. Seido is where anarchists and misfits live, chaos blessing their lives in quite an unexpected way.

Geras warned her that it may not be a good idea to interact or interfere with Havik’s new life. She would only smirk at him, “I’ve never been one to follow the rules, Geras. I’m better at breaking them and chancing my luck.”

Havik has seen Cori when she visits Seido, often following her just to get a glimpse. He heard about the mysterious Goddess of Luck and her magical tokens, and had to see her for himself.

When he competed in the Kombat Tournament, he would try to get her attention. With his outrageous fighting style, to standing in front of her throne to catch her gaze, to pulling out his heart and handing it to her. He wanted to make sure she noticed him.

When Havik won the tournament, he refused the Lady Luck token and simply asked for her instead. Cori smiled coyly, “You seem to enjoy pushing your luck.”

Havik chuckled. “Fortune favors the bold.”

Changes in Physical appearance: Cori has longer, shinier hair. Her green eyes are more vibrant and glowing.

Armor/Style of clothing: I imagine her armor to look like this, but instead of those pauldrons she has a hooded cloak.

Weapons: Her trusty bow Heartbreaker. Two daggers she keeps hidden on her person.

How does Geras help them/regard them:

Geras can tell she has a compassionate heart and wants to try and create the most peaceful timeline she can. He has to remind her that nothing is perfect. There will be mistakes and she can’t fix everything. He is her trusted confidant, and watches the Hourglass in her stead.

Since she has to give up being in her family, she tends to treat him like a brother. She grew up with seven older brothers, it feels strange to not have one. Geras doesn’t know how it feels to be in a familial bond. However, with the time they spend together, he begins to understand the significance of family. And when Cori pranks him he doesn’t dissuade her antics, but he doesn’t encourage them either.

His armor is now made of leather more suitable for stealth than combat.

Any characters or events that have drastically changed that you would like to mention?:

Cori’s mother, Cordelia, is alive because she didn’t have to give birth to her. Her family isn’t poor and they are prospering.

Her brother Atten knows druid magic instead of illusion spells and combat magic.

King Jerrod is alive. Mileena and Kitana are twin sisters.

Tarkatans are a race of people who have tribes, like the orcs in Skyrim. Tanya is a tarkatan who leads one of the biggest tribes, and Mileena has fallen in love with her.

Taven and Stella have children and rule Edenia. Orin is the guardian of their palace. Daegon is the general of Taven’s army.

The Kombat tournament is held once a generation, where the winner is granted a Lady Luck token from Lady Cori. Havik has won this tournament on behalf of Seido, and fell in love with Cori. The one competitor that has won the most tournaments is Reiko.

Reiko is the general of King Jerrod’s army. His parents are alive and are proud of their son.

The Vaeternus people are still vulnerable to sunlight. Cori has granted them to be able to fly during the daylight in their bat form. Even then, their bat form can only handle it for so long.

Ashrah is an angel that oversees Netherrealm, and ensures nothing leaves the realm and nothing goes into the realm without her knowledge.

Cori feels out of place in Earthrealm, so she pulls Liu Kang from the timeline to help her shape Earthrealm. If Cori, Liu, and Geras put their heads together, then maybe this timeline will succeed.

Backstory/Notes/Tidbits: Titan Havik’s timeline is where Cori died in his world and couldn’t come back to life. Everytime he reset the timeline, she kept dying in a different way. Geras informed him that no matter how many times he changes and shapes the universe, the chaos in his heart will always affect the outcome.

Havik desperately kept trying, but ultimately gave up when his heart couldn’t handle seeing her die anymore. When he watched her die for the last time, so did any shred of humanity he had left. He becomes a monster that wants nothing but carnage.

[charmfamily]

THE HYPNAGOGIC:HOUR PODCAST. EPISODE 58, JULY 10, 2023. (PART 0)

Transcript Below. Listen to the Intro Music if you like HERE

ERWIN: WwwWwwelcome back to the fifth dimension, conspiracists. It’s another Monday midnight, so slip on your best tin-foil hat and secure your phones, your Alexas, and all other Skynet-Approved citizen-spying devices in a secret location outside the room before you join us for another trip during the Hypnagogic Hour. I’m your host, Erwin – 

DYLAN: – And we’ve been doing this for 58 episodes now so everyone already knows who you are.

ERWIN: You don’t know that we don’t have new listeners, first of all, and two, it’s clearly a stylized intro. Don’t ruin it!

DYLAN: [He laughs] If you’re just now joining us, I’m Dylan, the same co-host that’s been here for 58 episodes. I’m also the more practical, reasonable half of this team and part of that responsibility is making sure we have paid bills, so without further ado, let’s kick it back over to Erwin for the top of the hour Ad-Roll.

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[machimachilegends]

𝕐𝕦-𝔾𝕚-𝕆𝕙! 𝔼ℕℂ𝕆ℝ𝔼

Important Multiverse-related Questions, Answered:

Who created Duel Monsters? Aerick Estenson, a historical physicist who sought to develop the cards after an unprecedented encounter with a Duel Monster Spirit crippled him.

Who currently oversees Duel Monsters? The Nirvana Foundation, an organization responsible for collecting data and redistributing the resources necessary to Duel globally.

How are Duels held? Using Solid Vision, Duels can take place just about anywhere thanks to the invention of Duel Disks.

Who is the current King of Duels? By technicality, a new King of Duels has not been crowned since the boom of Duel Monsters. However, the current World Duel Champion is Dan Freis.

What year is it? While the year 20XX is a catch-all manner to look at things, it should take place sometime between the 2027 and 2035, if necessary.

Where does ENCORE take place? In Ippon City, where the skies could never be any brighter and new duelists bloom in preparation to challenge the Lunar Duel Tower. Nearby is Marble Island, a home to various talents in search for Estenson’s treasure among many others in an attempt to unravel the mysteries of the world through, of course, Dueling.

Are Legendary Duelists present akin to Arc-V? While dimensional-counterparts could be fitted in by the nature of the concept, it will probably be done on a verse-by-verse basis unless said otherwise, since the ENCORE dimension is meant to mirror the mainline anime and manga continuities.

However, because Arc-V is one of those series being mirrored, albeit a bit spoiler-y, I do intend to utilize video game-only characters in their place as there are peculiar characters and concepts I feel like I could have fun with given the AU nature of ENCORE.

Important In-Universe Questions, Answered:

What is Ippon City, really? As you might have expected, Ippon City is effectively the main city and hub world of the setting so-to-speak. It is based off both DM’s Domino City and Arc-V’s Miami City, boasting a very lax atmosphere and a lot more sand than both by far.

Historically-speaking, it has close ties to Clover City; its sister city that was simultaneously built after a cataclysmic event shook the region to its core and devastated the original city, whose name has faded with the passage of time as the highly advanced Clover City (based on 5D’s New Domino City and VRAIN’s Den CIty) and port-happy Ippon City cast their past self in their shadows. Which is to say, Ippon imports a lot of Dueling Tech from Clover, while Ippon exports whatever extra goods Ippon needs to sustain itself due to the lack of farmland in Clover.

You could say that Clover City is more of a busy industrial city while Ippon City is closer to a tourist town despite having its own Duel Academia.

What is Marble Island? Marble Island is similar to Duel Academy Island in the way a plethora of skilled and gifted duelists are present indirectly on the whims of a large corporation, except any students that are present on the island were roughly handpicked and permitted by their academia’s authority figures to join the hunt for Estenson’s treasure and uncover the secrets of Duel Monsters both on-and-off the island.

While interns/assistant and various big-shots may pop in-and-out as they please to either Duel other talents or join expeditions - apart of the appeal of unraveling the mystery behind Estenson is the lack of evidence he ever died and the nonsense speak in his notes that led curious researchers to a tablet made of unearthly materials and decorated in currently indecipherable symbols that rose from the ground after boredom struck and a custom game gave birth to what is called Expedition Duels.

Expeditions Duels functionally being special duels that uncover and/or decipher runes upon meeting certain conditions. The general rules being a raised Life Point total of 6000, the absence of Main Phase 2, and a double draw at the start of every turn.

What is the Lunar Duel Tower? The Lunar Duel Tower is a mobile variant of other Duel Towers seen in select Yu-Gi-Oh! series (think the Battle Pyramid from Pokemon), specifically designed to break challengers’ limits in their effort to consecutively climb all 13 floors and defeat their respective Duel Masters.

For plot-related reasons, duelists have rarely made to the 5th floor - never mind past the 5th floor, but it is rumored whoever climbs all 13 floors will have their deepest desire granted. And, as such, is seen as a beacon of sorts for duelists worldwide.

What significance is there to the title of Duel King? To be the King of Duels in ENCORE is a complicated matter, but it generally means to carry the prides of everyone you have and ever will face in a Duel. And since the title is typically claimed in a tournament where many of the strongest duelists meet, but the last time anything like that was held was when Dan Freis was in his youth.

Therefore, between his absence in the competitive scene upon becoming World Duel Champion over the decades and the Duel Masters feeling it would be inappropriate to let challengers bypass the gauntlet with a bracket system so soon, the title of strongest is up in the air between both parties and among a plethora of rising duelists.

But it is very likely whoever becomes Duel King will define what it means in the current era.

Are there any monsters world renown in ENCORE? Yes, there is Crimson Tierra, Sophia Gold and Azure Avida: the Star God cards, powerful standalone monsters that borderline guarantee victory when summoned successfully.

The Duel Academia of the ENCORE dimension uses them to similarly divide the ability of duelists as Slifer Red, Ra Yellow and Obelisk Blue, except the color of ranks are rarely referred to in favor of class.

Are there any “Numbers” monsters? Due to Astral and by proxy Yuma’s absence from the main story (which is still a work in progress) no character present I play will have them, since the 1 through 100 Numbers come straight from Astral while the rest are tethered to other characters. Although in a Duel Links variant of the world, that could change depending on how they expand upon the Anna Kaboom event in later entries.

But to kill two birds with one stone, Pendulum Monsters do exist in ENCORE, however the “how” as to how that is possible will be tackled based on a head-canon I have for the Arc-V Manga utilizing a very specific OC to either be involved in their creation or to introduce them themself.

Will Duels use Anime/Manga Cards, Effects, and/or Custom Cards? While I tend to double check any cards in a Character Deck I made to see if an Anime/Manga Effect is present, I also go as far to see when it was last played albeit using the yugipedia to avoid complications between verses.

Which is to say, if it appears in the anime/manga but is later shown again with its IRL Effect, I will use the latest rendition of the card such as using the pre-errata version of Future Fusion for Ryo Marufuji opposed to the equip version shown earlier in GX and the errata we have nowadays. However, I will typically try to avoid using them or writing them in to try and make my character’s choice of cards stand out just a bit more, since spamming Pot of Desires for modern players or Mirror Force for old school players can get rather repetitive after like ten duels.

And while I could easily go on a tangent about Character Deck Creation to explain why Soulburner’s Deck is OP due to how it thematically works compared to someone like Ghost Girl & Go when it comes to how consistency numbs the spice of Duel-writing. It is better I say this:

Custom Cards can be cool, but they can get out of hand very fast, so I would need to implement them on a case-by-case basis, typically with the prior knowledge my partner wants to use them as I otherwise tend to use a lot of IRL cards for the sake of reenacting written Duels on EDOpro without too much worrying about rulings.

So, with that, I hope I’ve said just enough to give a rough picture of how things will go with me pertaining Yu-Gi-Oh! RP stuff, at least on my side of things.

[bigshot]

ding dong! goes the doorbell. behind you'll find gifts - christmassweater self-made (yes spamtonsized) patterned with his sunglasses, gingerbreadcookies in the shape of spamton as well, marbles, three different coloured scarves - black yellow pink and some sparkling wine - " merry christmas ! -eiden itadori"

"HOLY [[$#!%]]!!!!" He scoops up the customized goodies, seeming especially pleased by the handmade sweater! He doesn't even wait to scramble into it, pulling it over his little suit jacket, "AND A HAPPY [[Corporate Holiday]] TWO YOU, PAL!!!!!"

"G0NNA HAVE TO WRITE OUT AN [I.O.U.] FOR THIS ONE !!!"

[lackyghost]

Summary:

Touya knows that Katsuki is the most beautiful creature any of his employees have ever seen, but it doesn’t stop the way his anger flares at the hunger in their eyes.

He steps closer to Katsuki, curling his arm around the leopard hybrid, who looks to him curiously, fuzzy ears twitching atop his head.

“These bastards think they can just look at you,” Touya says, voice low and furious.

Katsuki’s lips curl up into a devilish smirk and he leans in to whisper in the man’s ear. “Do you want to show them who my Master is?

Todoroki Touya is not known for being a patient man, something his employees are well aware of. It’s impossible for any of them to miss his presence as his shoes click along the marble floors of the Todoroki Corporation building's lobby.

His tall stature demands that all eyes lock on his frame, his broad shoulders clad in a sleek black suit that is perfectly tailored to his body. The jacket is left unbuttoned, leaving the white button-up beneath it on show, no tie in sight and the top three buttons undone, putting his neck and collarbones on display.

Touya’s white hair starkly contrasts his suit, fanning out around his head in untamed spikes. His nose is straight and strong, with three silver studs in his left nostril. His eyes are narrowed in annoyance as he glares around the large space, turquoise eyes burning.

Because today, the attention is not on Touya, but on the exquisite creature beside him.

Katsuki is a rare breed of hybrid, one of less than a hundred on the entire planet. His blonde hair is pale at the roots, a golden hue toward the tips of his wild tresses, spiked out like an explosion, making him look truly feral. The feline ears atop his head are rounded, fuzzy on the insides, the backs the same gradient hues of gold broken up by the black marks that showcase his Amur Leopard heritage.

His face is flawless, nose refined and slightly upturned, his eyes angular and fierce, housing vibrant scarlet irises with slitted pupils. His lips curl at the outer edges, working with his sharp cupid’s bow at the center to give him a properly cat-like smirk. His skin is a pale ivory, body strong and slender, covered in the dense muscles that showcase the strength of the tamed beast man.

It's certainly not new to any of them to see the blonde hybrid around, and the turning of heads is something that Katsuki and Touya have dealt with for many years now, ever since Katsuki had been given as a gift to Touya when he’d first inherited the company from his father.

Touya had hated Katsuki at first and wanted nothing to do with the hybrid. But over time, the leopard hybrid had gained Touya’s affections with his ‘give no fucks’ attitude

But today is special and Katsuki is dressed to celebrate a particular event that these people are not privy to.

His body is covered in a thin, buttery soft silk kimono. The sleeves flare out at his wrists, the white fabric nearly reaching the floor as he walks with his head high. His shoeless, pawed feet can barely be seen beneath the bottom of the long fabric, the fur reaching his calves before fading into his humanoid skin.

The kimono is beautiful, a stunning pure white in color, covered in intricately embroidered gold and red flowers. A simple golden obi is around his trim waist, cinching the fabric and holding it so the material clings to his plush pecs.

Touya knows that Katsuki is the most beautiful creature any of these people have ever seen, but it doesn’t stop the way his anger flares at the hunger in their eyes. He steps closer to Katsuki, curling his arm possessively around the blonde beauty, who looks to him curiously, ears twitching atop his head.

“These bastards think they can just look at you,” Touya says, voice low and furious.

Katsuki’s lips curl up into a devilish smirk and he leans in to whisper in the man’s ear. “Maybe you should show them who I belong to.”

A shudder goes down Touya’s spine, and he growls lightly in the back of his throat, his fingers flexing harshly on the blonde’s side. He turns and glares at the doormen, raising his free hand to point at them.

“Lock the doors immediately!” Touya shouts furiously. “I have a lesson for all of you! Everyone gather around!”

Murmurs pass around his employees as they step up, various looks of confusion and concern on their faces as they move closer. Touya waits until he has the undivided attention of everyone in the room and he grabs Katsuki by the back of his neck.

“I see the way you all look at him,” Touya hisses out, using his grip to force the blonde down onto his knees. “I know you wish you were his owner, but he is mine.”

Touya moves to stand in front of the blonde and undoes his belt, pushing his boxers down enough to pull out his cock, long and thick even flaccid. He buries his hands in the hybrid’s hair, rubbing at the base of his ears, knowing how sensitive they are and loving the way he pants lightly.

“Suck my cock,” Touya demands, the harsh words making Katsuki shudder with anticipation, his own dick starting to swell, tenting the kimono.

“Yes, Master,” Katsuki says, raising his hands to rest them on Touya’s thighs.

He lolls his long tongue out, leaning in to suckle on the head, pulling back to dip the tip into his slit before opening wide and sinking down his length. His lips stretch tight around Touya’s hardening dick as he slowly bobs, drooling heavily, his pupils dilating at the taste of his Master.

Touya groans at how good the man’s textured tongue feels on his cock. He looks around, the obvious jealousy on his employees’ faces making his dick grow even harder.

“Enough,” Touya says, and Katsuki immediately pulls away, drool dripping from his lips as he stares up at Touya with lidded eyes. “Present for me, now.”

“Yes, Master,” Katsuki says, lowering himself to all fours, the palms of his hands on the ground, legs spread, back lightly curved to push his ass up.

Touya grabs the end of the beast man’s kimono and tugs it up over his back to reveal his long, rounded tail. The fur is coated in the same pale blonde and golden shades as his hair, layered with more of the black leopard markings.

Touya grips his tail and pulls it up to put the hybrid’s puffy pink hole on display, his hard cock hanging between his legs, twitching under the attention. The employees stare at the hybrid’s exposed skin with obvious desire and it has Touya growling louder.

He kneels down beside the blonde, shoving three of his fingers into Katsuki’s mouth. The hybrid immediately curls his rough tongue around the digits, coating them thoroughly in saliva while Touya glares at the people around them.

When Touya pulls his fingers out, he brings them right to Katsuki’s ass, circling his rim before jamming the digits inside. Katsuki lets out a sweet moan, his tail curling up in the air as Touya thrusts his fingers in and out.

He never stops scowling at the people around them, taking in their flushed faces, lidded expressions, and the hardness in the pants of many. His eyes flick back to Katsuki as he curls his fingers inside him, rubbing against his prostate, making the blonde’s now fully hard cock drip precum onto the polished floor.

Touya grabs Katsuki’s hair, avoiding his ears as he tugs his head closer, shoving his dick into the blonde’s face once again. Katsuki opens his mouth, lolling his tongue out, coated in a thick layer of saliva as he leans in to swallow him down to the root. Touya groans at the feeling, not slowing the way his fingers roughly thrust into the hybrid’s ass.

“This is what my pet does for me,” Touya says as he rocks his hips harshly, making tears prick in the blonde’s eyes as he’s forced to swallow around him.

Touya pulls his fingers from Katsuki’s hole and pushes his face away, gripping his waist to turn the hybrid around, tugging the blonde’s ass up to his crotch. He rubs his cock along the cleft of Katsuki’s ass as he glowers at the people around him.

“None of you will ever get to feel him like this,” Touya growls out.

He grips his dick, pressing the head against Katsuki’s hole and pushes inside slowly, ensuring everyone can see the way he fills the man up. He grasps the blonde’s tiny waist, using it as a grip as he starts to pound into him, making him mewl.

“Katsuki is mine,” Touya says, moving his hips faster, slamming into him harshly.

“Only yours, Master,” Katsuki says, voice laced with a pleasured moan, his tail curling further.

Touya grits his teeth as he pounds into him harder, reaching underneath the hybrid to jerk his cock, slicking up the movements with the precum leaking from his tip. A rough purr rips through Katsuki as he cums, clenching around Touya’s cock as his milky spend paints the floor.

Touya doesn’t stop moving, continuing to jerk Katsuki’s cock, not stopping even when he begins to whine from overstimulation. He drills into him harder, and the blonde yowls as he cums again, dick not even fully hard yet.

Touya growls at that, releasing his dick to grip the roots of Katsuki's hair when he starts to whine again. He harshly tugs the man’s head back, forcing him to arch his spine beautifully, allowing Touya to force his cock deeper inside.

“Be good for your Master,” Touya pants out. “You will cum as many times as I want.”

“Yes, Master,” Katsuki says with a groan, loving the roughness of their fucking and the possessive snarl in his Master’s chest.

His cock starts to swell again as the slapping of skin grows louder, echoing off the stone floor as the people watching start to pant, some rubbing their thighs together or palming themselves over their pants.

Katsuki pays no mind to any of them, focusing only on the pleasure his Master gives him, his eyes nearly rolling back as his tongue slides from his lips, hanging from his panting mouth, drool dripping from his fanged canines and the tip of his tongue.

Touya releases Katsuki’s hair and moves the hand on the hybrid’s hip to grip his thigh instead, lifting his leg, twisting the blonde’s torso as he does so, fucking into him even deeper as Katsuki’s arms give out. He lies on his side, legs and tail trembling as Touya ruthlessly pounds into him.

Touya’s dick creates a bulge on Katsuki’s abdomen each time he’s fully inside him, the lewd sight making some of the employees gasp and murmur out curses laced in envy. Touya growls out a pleased sound at that, knowing he’s putting these people in their place, letting them know that none of them will ever be so fucking lucky.

Katsuki brings his hands up to tweak his nipples, knowing Touya loves to watch him pleasure himself. He meets the man’s turquoise gaze, looking at no one else as his back arches up and he cums again. His cock squirts onto his own abdomen this time, dripping down to join the mess on the floor as his entire body trembles. Another purr goes through him, causing vibrations to buzz around Touya’s cock as his ass clenches down around the member.

Touya growls loudly as he cums, burying himself deep in Katsuki’s ass as he fills him up, his body twitching both with his pleasure and the satisfaction of having claimed his hybrid in front of so many people.

He pants as he slowly pulls out, tucking his dick away and standing up, leaving the hybrid on the ground, panting and dazed, drool dripping down his chin as Touya’s cum trickles out of his abused hole. Touya points down at the fucked-out hybrid as he glares around the room.

“Remember this the next time you even think about touching what is mine,” Touya says, voice low and menacing.

He reaches down to grab Katsuki’s wrists, tugging him to his feet and smoothing out the skirt of his kimono to cover him back up. He wraps his arm around the blonde’s waist again, leading the unsteady hybrid to the doors, leaving the mess of cum for his employees to deal with.

The doormen both have bright red faces as they open the doors, their dicks hard in their pants, but they look away from the hybrid, both gulping audibly.

Touya smirks smugly as he brings Katsuki to the car, the driver not daring to question why he took so long. He opens the back door of the black limousine, letting Katsuki climb in first before getting in after him.

“Bring us home,” Touya says to the driver, who nods.

Touya then presses the button to raise the privacy window and Katsuki chuckles as he climbs onto his lap, straddling him. He hums an amused sound as he kisses the white-haired man.

Touya sighs into the kiss, his hands gently resting on the hybrid’s waist, feeling so much better now that he’s staked his claim. He rubs soothing circles with his thumbs as he shares open mouthed, tender kisses with the man.

Katsuki pulls away from the kiss to nip at his jaw. “Happy Birthday, Touya.”

Touya’s eyes go soft as he smiles, an expression saved only for his beloved hybrid. “Thanks for my present, Kitty Kat.”

[aniseinthetemple]

Anise’s gifts were of special interest to Madame Hera, and she wondered - though mainly in the back of her mind - if this was the true reason she’d been made Hera’s protégé. But she did not allow herself to dwell on this, for the elder witch could read minds, and any dissent would put her in a sour mood. She would lament about all she did for the coven and the dance academy that went unappreciated, shaking her head and squeezing out a lone tear. No matter that she was worshiped within the academy walls. No matter that she was applauded in the press. No matter that she was High Priestess. No matter. Initially, Anise was quick to console and reassure her mentor. But now she’d learned to keep such thoughts out of her mind to avoid the melodrama altogether. Madame Hera would often tell her dancers not to police their bodies - to allow them to run free with the choreography and let the kinetic energy possess them. Evidently, she did not share this sentiment regarding matters of the mind. There were two ways in which Anise could trigger a vision. The easiest method came in simply being around the subject, though this did not guarantee a glimpse into their future. For some people, there was simply nothing Anise needed to witness. The second method required ritual and the ingestion of herbs that put Anise in a trance and made her more susceptible to the knowledge of the hereafter. This was favored by the madames - notably Hera - though they still could not figure out a way to hone in on a particular subject, a particular matter. Anise would see what her magic wanted her to see. Nothing more, nothing less. Sundays had become the day of visions. Anise would be escorted to the temple in her ceremonial robes, made to fast, and then consume the concoction of herbs that thinned her relation to the physical world, detaching her spirit from its corporeal vessel. She was the conduit, the seer. The Delphic’s connection between what is and what could be. In the temple Anise moves into the future, lets it pour through her upturned palms. The truth is here if you want it. If you want it. If you. You.

You have been torn in half, separated from the essence of your being in such a way that feels unrecoverable. Yet you persist. You wait and never forget. You used to swim the seas, but they cut off your fins and took you to a foreign land to make coffee and think about what you’ve done. “It wasn’t me,” you plead, but even you do not believe that. You try to hide your guilt and shame from the Lord, but in the back of your mind, you fear that He has already abandoned you. After you’ve made your hard way into the world of your betrayer, you stand on the edge of the dock and consider drowning. It did not occur to you what you would do when you got to this country or how you would track the man who wronged you. You look out at the water. There is an end to this suffering, and it’s an end you’re always aware of, floating on the periphery of your mind like pond scum - more forms the longer you stay stagnant. You return to this dock many times and contemplate ending your life. You never do. You burn on. You persist. But you often imagine your corpse pressed against the soft sediment of the ocean floor, and the thought brings you comfort. You are not sure why. You try to write your way out. Music has always been your answer to the unimaginable, but all the songbooks are empty, and Terpsichore does not speak to you. Music was your escape route, but it feels like yet another thing that’s been taken. What more can they take? Best not to ask lest you get an answer. You hope that this will all become material to sing. You hope. You find yourself in cahoots with a dangerous man of marble, and he brings with him knowledge of the city’s underbelly. His eyes are like a shark’s, and he will consume your blood. You will let him - once with gritted teeth but many more times with willing sighs of delight. This man is not taking something from you. No, you are becoming part of him. Coalescing, congealing, a warm presence cycling through his body, and then a memory cradled in his inhuman veins. You will remember how to sing. You tell him you are not sure if you will make it to the morning, and you mean it. He - hunter, predator, killer - is not the accused. It is not his strange claws that scratch at your skin. He is not the monster in this story. The monster is an old one, and it lurks from within. You settle into the firm fragrant hold of his chest and realize how fragile this world is, how delicately balanced, and you were so unprepared to face what must be done. But with your marble man’s help, you are able to make much more progress than you thought was ever possible. Suddenly that part of you that’s been gone so long is close, and you can almost feel your soft and rugged pelt beneath your trembling fingers. Taste the salt on your lips. Hear the crash of the waves as they beckon you home. To the one in possession of your hide, you do not seem like much. A quivering flame in a hurricane. But “oh, Christ,” you say, “you’ll be sorry you messed with me.” You’re going to fight, but it’s with your soft parts snapping forward like snarling mouths. Soft is not weak. You are not like your marble man, so steady and hard like ground or stone. You are water. You are flexible. You cut through mountains, fitting in the minuscule cracks and splitting rocks apart. You are on the edge of the dock, gazing out at the water and praying for a way out. You must make a decision, and you must make it now: sink or swim.